Hittin' the Slopes - May 30th, 2017
About an hour away from our hotel in Chimaltenango, across the rolling beautiful fields of cantaloupes and carnations meant for the US, is the mountain aldea of Chipata. It’s a wonderful ride: thick green foliage, hundreds of people and animals looking at us with amiable curiosity, and vistas from the tops of mountains to the mountains beyond and valleys below that makes you feel like the king or queen of the world. We stop about a mile away from our worksite at a nursery run by six women who have been working with AIR for six years. Throughout their partnership, these women have raised and planted more than a half a million trees, many of which were visible on our ride in. Doctora tells us to listen carefully, as these women are Kakchiquel Maya, and speak only a few words of Spanish. As Luis, our técnico, translates their story, the throat clicks and glottal stops of that ancient language is like nothing we’ve ever heard. Our worksite, we’re told, is much more suave than yest